Undoer of Knots
Late afternoon, a seethe of thundercloud
voids out the ridge. He thumbs his rosary.
He used to yearn for how four drinks allowed
a now without a past: no weight, no shroud.
They seemed to solve the ancient mystery
of time most sorrowful. But four drinks bleed
to more. The storm winds bend the backyard tree.
The first thick raindrops fall. Dark glass indeed.
His prayer searches out the deepest need.
Lady, undo the knot of history.
Steven Knepper edits New Verse Review: A Journal of Lyric and Narrative Poetry. His poems have appeared recently in 32 Poems, THINK, Pulsebeat, Talk to Me in Long Lines, The Brazen Head, and elsewhere.
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